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THE HERALD AND VOL. XXIII. NEWNAN, GA., FRIDAY, JULY 27, 1888. NO/ 41 • NEW HARDWARE AND SEED STORE. G>s -f- Single and Double Buggies, Phaetons, Carriages, Road- carts, in any style, with springs to suit purchaser. I carry a full assortment of heavy and shelf Hardware, fine Stoves, stove-pipe and vessels, stove polish and adjustable stove- backs, Razors and Scissors, of genuine English product— Smith & Wesson Pistols, 15- shot Winchester Rifles, rim and central fire Cartridges, farm Bells, grass Blades, bird Cages, Wagon and Buggy Timbers, tire Iron. Grass and Garden Seeds, German Millet, wooden Churns, Lamp and Machine Oil. A GREAT DAY. Wheelbarrows, stone and Several styles of Tin Water Sets and a stock of Agate Iron Ware. A. POPE. .J. A. PARKS. W. G. ARNOLD. J. S. WARE. THE NEWNAN CARRIAGE AND BUGGY WORKS. We are now prepared to do all kinds of Carriage, Buggy and Wagon work, and in a style that cannot be excelled in the State, or anywhere else. Our work men are skillful and efficient; our material the best that money will buy; our equipment thorough and complete in every department. In fact, we have spar ed neither pains nor expense in preparing for the bus iness, and our facilities for doing work in this line are first-class in every respect. We have on hand the finest lot of material ever put into buggy or carriage work in this section of the State, and workmen that know exactly how to put it together. We do not get our vehicles “knocked down,” from the North, as many other manufacturing firms do, but make them out and out. This is our strongest recommendation. We manufacture— CARRIAGES, PHAETONS, LANDEAUS, HEARSES. ROAD-CARTS, BUGGIES, SULKEYS, WAGONS ETC. We are also|prepared to do all kinds of carriage, buggy and wagon repair work, in the best style and aCthe lowest prices. Plantation workjand horse-shoeing a specialty. Give us your work; we guarantee satisfaction. J. S. WARE, (late with Summers & Murphy, Bamesville,) Superintendent T. E. FELL & CO. Louis Donegan, HARDWARE. NAILS, IRON AND STEEL, CUTLERY, AGRICULTURAL IMPLEMENTS H0USE1FURNISHING HARDWARE, Cooking Stoves and Tinware. COTTON GINS, CARRIAGE MATERIAL, BELTING. All kinds of Job Work in]TiN done on short notice. HAS just opened, at the old stand of A. O. Lyndon, a new, fresh, and well assorted stock of FANCY & FAMILY GROCERIES, CONSISTING OF Flour, Meal, Meat, Canned Goods, Pickles, Candies, Tobacco, Cigars CALIFORNIA HAMS 12c. FRESH CREAM CHEESE, 17J^c. IN FACT Everything that is good to eat! Being satisfied with a small profit on rapid sales, and expenses being cut down to the lowest possible poi nt, he will promise BOTTOM PRICES on everything he sells. The patronage of the public is respectfully solicited. ICE-COLD LEMONADE. ICE furnished day or night. COAL NOTICE! Newnan, Ga. E. S. BUCHANAN, DRY GOODS, DRESS GOODS, AND MERCHANT TAILORING. I will be in Newnan in a few days for the purpose of taking orders for the celebra ted “Montevallo Grate Coal” for August delivery. Wait for me and get your winter’s supply of first-class coal at sum mer prices. C. L. WORD, Agt. Montevallo Coal. Address, West Point, Ga. COAL! I will sell several varieties of first-class COAL, as cheap as any dealer. Prices furnish ed on application.. M. B. PINSON. Newnan, Ga., July 13. Of Interest to Ladies. I W« will w»d » FREE tAMFLIX ■pacific for female eotn»Ldata to aaxli to KWtaje. any lady wkowUhw ~ * ‘ for Two Hundred and Twenty-Seven Car casses and Ten Thousand People. Old Soldiers’ Day has come and gone. Months of anticipation, weeks of care ful planning, and days of busy prepar- aticn, all terminated on Saturday last in a day of glad fruition that realized every hope and compensated for every care and expenditure bestowed by the patriotic and wideawake committee of arrangements. Nature herself seemed to smile upon the scheme that had been so generous ly devised for the common enjoyment of the thousands who met on the beau tiful grounds of Pearl Spring Park, to share in gladness the reunion of the Confederate veterans; for the day it self was perfect, combining all of brightness and balminess jthat could render attractive a midsummer day. And dear old Mother Earth conspired with sky and air to insure the comfort and well-being of the gathering multi tude, for no dust arose beneath their tread to mar the atmosphere’s sweet purity—-a genial shower having fallen two days before, yet left no trace in noxious mud nor even dampness in the soil to excite dreads of a “wretched cold” as penalty for the hours thus spent in innocent pleasure. With many, “the day” seemed actual ly begun long before the sun had set on Friday. All the country roads were thronged with vehicles, freighted with visitors from distant localities; their faces bright with anticipations of a triad reunion with friends, attracted, like themselves, to a common rendez vous. Many camped for the night on the grounds, while hundreds of others shared the hospitality of friends in the city. With early mom began the moving scene. The streets of Newnan and the neighboring highways presented a pan orama that would have interested the most indifferent spectator. From the country the different roads leading to the Park were crowded with vehicles of every size and description, (not ex cepting the primitive ox cart) while in the city carriages, buggies, omnibuses and the railroad were all brought into requisition to bear to the scene of en joyment the expectant hosts. THE SPEAKERS’ STAND. Once arrived and located, the central point of interest was the speakers’ stand, which, from the admirably taste ful style of its arrangement and decor ation, merits more than a passing no tice. It was located at the central base of a natural amphitheatre, from which looked forth a sea of eager faces to furnish further inspiration for the distinguished speakers. Towering high above the platform rosea beautiful arch, its front faced with the dark, greem foliage of the cedar, from which, in clear relief, stood out in crimson char acters the words; “Cedars from the battlefield of the First Manassas.” This conception, which it is supposed emanated from the busy brain and pa triotic soul of Dr. A. C. North, was a most happy and poetical inspiration. Ever green in every Southern heart are the thrilling memories of that first great conflict between the opposing armies of our common country; but its history is written in the crimson gore that poured from some of the purest and noblest hearts ever offered as sacri fices on the altar of patriotism. Be neath this were alternate bars of red and white, bearing the words— “No cause e'er rose so pure and true; None fell so free from crime.” On either side of the entrance to the stand were portraits of President Davis and Gen. Stonewall Jackson, guarded and adorned by the battle worn flags of the old Confederacy. This much for Southern patriotism. Above all the mementoes, was stretched from side to side of the noble arch, the time-honored stars and stripes of the Union. THE OPENING. By 9 o’clock the gathering seemed complete, although hundreds had yet to arrive. The opening of the programme was heralded by the stirring air of “Rally Round the Flag, Boys,” from the Mechanics’ Brass Band of Newnan, which headed the veteran corps in its approach, while in its van floated a bul let-riddled Confederate flag. Hardly had these notes died away when the band belonging to the Governor’s Horse Guard of Atlanta gave forth, in spirit ed style, the thrilling air of "Dixie,” filling with patriotic inspiration every loyal Southern heart. Mr. Chas. W. Wells, of Atlanta, President of the Association, in the fol lowing chaste and appropriate remarks, called the assembly to order: My Comrades, and Lo.dies and Gentle men—We have met here to-day to re joice with each other, to shake each other’s hands, to look into each other’s eyes, and eat, drink and be merry. Nearly a quarter of a century has passed since we were all enlisted in a common cause. We considered it then, as we consider it now, a cause that has not, nor never will, bring a blush of shame over our faces. Comrades, it is unnecessary for me to tell you that I love each and every on? of you. There is a golden chain that binds us together. While we were in the Confederate army we were always ready to die for the cause we espoused: yes, we shed our blood together, and for each other, and why should we not love each other to-day? God bless the surviving soldiers of the Confederate States of America, and God bless the memory of those who have gene “to that bourne from whence no traveler returns.” Peace to their ashes. Some were killed in front of the enemy; some died in Northern prisons; others died by the wayside and in hospitals; but* all died for the cause we love so well; and, I am proud to say, though lost, will never be forgotten; for generations yet unborn will live to sing songs of praise to their heroism and indomitable courage. Then followed an earnest prayer from the lips of the revered preacher- general, Rev. Clement A. Evans. Maj. W. A. Turner, of Newnan, was then introduced, whose eloquent and beautiful address of welcome will be found below r : Mr. Chairman, Soldier Guests, La dies and Gentlemen—This is, to my peo ple and to me, a moment of supreme interest; fraught with the most sacred and impressive memories; full and preg nant with the greatest anticipations. And while standing here in this honor able presence, our thoughts naturally and instinctively turn to that stirring day, twenty-seven years ago, when the gallant old 7th Georgia, whose special reunion this is, received its first “bap tism of blood.” This is the anniversa ry of'tlie first great battle of our civil strife, in which the armies of the sec tions met and measured their strength, and Southern valor and spirit impress ed the world as second to none that ever accepted the gauge of battle. To do honor to all the brave, gallant spir its of that hour would require a volume. We remember the part borne in that •memorable struggle by our Southern sol diers, but Georgians point with special pride to the magnificent bearing and he roic courage shown by our 7th and 8th Georgia regiments. Our pulsations are stronger and our heart throbs quicker and faster when we call to mind the sacred contribution of Georgia to that conflict; and, O, how keenly we felt the loss, when the sad intelligence reached us that the magnetic and mag nificent Bartow had fallen. He, who in the very throes of death, amid the shock of battle and the shrieks of the wounded and dying, illustrated Geor gia and the South by the courageous and brave words, “Boys, they have killed me, but never give up the tight,” deserves to have his name embalmed in history and in the hearts of his coun trymen, and chiseled in enduring mar ble. The spirits of Bee. Bartow and kindred souls ascended from that glo rious field to the God of battles and the Father of us all. We need not re cord their names here and now, or call the roll of honor; “they have a more enduring depository” than this occasion affords—“tlie traditions of a grateful people.” And what I have said of others may be truthfully said of the grand old 1st Georgia, some of whom were merged n to the 12th Georgia Battalion ana a few of whom are here. They carried to the front our first born, the boys of our pride. Most of their companions sleep the sleep that knows no waking, and await the dawn of the resurrection. All, all are walking with unsandaled feet the shores of the great beyond: and, if permitted to witness the acts of those they loved, are smilingly over looking our commemoration of their gallant deeds and heroic devotion to country and principle. They have g assed beyond our ken; they are not ere to encourage by the magnetic touch of elbow to elbow, or to step in musical unison to our step; but they illustrated and taught us one sublime lesson, which I trust may never be ef faced or forgotten, that is: “What is worth dying ior, is worth living for”— Our Country! God bless and protect her from vandals, ignominious and ig norant political bigots and ranting dem agogues. In the language of our wor thy and most persistently misrepre sented hero, Jefferson Davis, the great sufferer of our “lost cause”: “It is for tunate for the cause of justice that er ror and misrepresentation have, in their inconsistencies, the elements of self- destruction; while truth is constant and self-sustaining.” We abide our time and wait for history to do him and us justice. I can truthfully say to-day the past affords no parallel of a people overcome as we were—stripped of every means of sustenance, property wrested from us, homes desolated, burned and dese crated, soldiers maimed, wounded and broken in spirit, and the whole land in mourning for onr sons because they were not—that ever turned as peace fully to the common vocations of life, and observed, under such provocation, so sacredly their parole of honor. And it does seem that the most skeptical should now be convinced that the word of a true Southerner is his bond, and his pledge as enduring as his iron-ribbed and rock-bound mountains. And I would impress upon the minds of our children and their offspring, to the lat est generation, find the mind of the great world, that.tbrough all these con flicts and trials we have preserved our honor and escutcheon unblemished. No brave man will demand of us an aDolo- gy and no true man will offer one.* We seek only an honorable and enduring prosperity. In the recent commingling of the blue and the gray at historic Gettysburg, where we were represented by our brave and chivalric Longstreet and our intrepid and nor Beaver, “You, as honorable men, have stood by, and are bound to stand by, the de cision. We, as honorable men, are bound to see to it that that decision is respected, and that you shall not be called upon to admit more or to prom ise more than is involved in that de cision.” He asserted another thing, which is not correct, that we went to war because our ’‘property and private interests were involved.” We fought for a principle that was more sacred than property or private interests; and we will not have our childreu or- the world forget that we fought for the per petuity of State sovereignty. The truest, most courageous defend ers of our “lost cause” were the women of the South—God bless them! WtoSrn we, in camp and field, bore the hand- ships of march and strife, they were at- home silently and uncomplainingly toiling for our comfort, administeragf to our wants, and, as .angels of mercy, soothing our sufferings, and praying to God for His blessings upon us. History should accord to them* as we do, the highest niche in the temple of honor. To the mothers, sisters and daughters of these brave men, and to you ladie& all. we extend a cordial welcome. Thank God! while the cry is heard, and has been heard throughout oar dark night of distress and misrule, “Watchman, what of the night ?” tine response, full of sublime meaning, is re turned. “The morning cometh. The hum oi the spindle, tne whirr of ma chinery, the roaring of machinery, the click of electricity, the bringing to light of the coal, iron and preciom stones embedded in our hills and moon- tains; our fields rejoicing with fatness, our cattle and flocks upon a thousand hills, and a restored fraternity between the sections, all speak of tne coming morn! And, amid all this, trembliqg age, vigorous manhood and woman hood, and laughing, loving childhood catch the inspiration, and with one ac claim respond, “The morning comethl** With all these memories, surround ings and inspirations crowding upon us,it would be passing strange, our com rades and companions, were we to fail to rejoice in your presence, and to bid you an earnest and joyous welcome, and to say that we are glad you are here; glad to extend an old-fashioned Geor gia welcome. We feel honored in hav ing you as our guests;—rejoiced that our children may say in after years that they saw you on this anniversary of the first Manassas. It is yours to command and our pleasure to obey. What yon do not see and wish, ask for it; and what you do see, take as you did the guns of the enemy from ’61 to ’(15. We will offer no opposition, but join you. We trust that your remembrance ef this day may be as pleasant and agree able as our joy is full and complete in extending this hospitality. Invoking the best and pure»t bene dictions of kind Heaven on you and yours, and praying that your declining years may be your sweetest and mod joyous, in behalf of all my overjoyed and sincere people, I bid you a cordial and heartfelt welcome. The response was made by Col. Evan P. Howell, of Atlanta. Thd speaker alluded to the appropriateness of the day selected, the anniversary of the first reunion of the Confederate sol diers of America, when, animated fey confidence in the justness of their cauae, the raw recruits of the Southern army met, with dauntless valor, the trained veterans of the Union force. The mdA grand reunion was with Gen. Johnstee in command, while McClellan on the Peninsula urged forward his ranks wfth the bitter cry of “On to Richmond!” The next reunion was on the 26th «? June, 1S62, under Stonewall Jackaoa!a command. The sad side of these reun ions is that the ranks are daily thin ning. “May each remaining veteran be as faithful to his God as he w«a An the Confederate government,” wiiftiis closing utterance, and the sentiment was warmly applauded. The President next announced some thing, he said, that would please the rising generation; something that would cover the whole ground—an -es say by Miss Minnie North. The lover ly appearance, equaled only by the modest bearing of the fair young read er, won for her a ready welcome and generous applause, and those wham distance and the confusion inseparable from such a gathering deprived of the pleasure of catching the beautifully rounded sentences as they fell, could well believe that each utterance glow ed with patriotic fervor; for is she not of a race most loyal to the Southern cause?—daughter of a veteran whose pride and glory is the cause for which he once lived, and would willingly have died ? The essay, which was most hap pily rendered, will be found below : Chosen by your partiality to offer gome fitting tribute to the memory of the heroes of ’61,1 respond with infinite pleasure to the duty imposed by this unmerited distinction. To be called «. son or daughter of a Southern soldier is a patent of nobility which would hdnor the proudest prince of earth. To he numbered among the descendants d the brave men who bore the “bonny blue flag,” and who bared their breast* to the battle, is the proudestr heritage of the living. Uncrowned kings deep grandly, sweetly, gloriously, on every field, from Manassas to Appomattox 7 ! The flowers of all the tropics are theiris; their monuments have tneir fixed mil everlasting foundations in the hearta of their kindred and countrymen, and thr bright form of Liberty will keep vjgi. over their dust forever. “No praise encumbered stones” tell the pilgrim who wanders amid the thorns and rug ged paths where valor bled, the name* of those who sleep so well..' But then- names are written with those of Sidney Hampden and Russell, and a long xml of illustrious martyrs for human liber- ty! _ Pure and imperishable as the golden 1 dauntless'Uord^on/’Gover-1%^ of Southern skies, lives the fame •. of Pennsylvania said- the heroes of the Confederacy. Rest ing securely on the granite" foundation of unchanging truth, the solemn judg ment of impartial history will vinaieaj^ it from aspersion and crown it with un fading laurel. Partisan malice and sec tional animosity, embittered by politi cal defeat, may assail the character the Southern soldier and the justice off his cause; but the sober judgment of posterity will write, his name side by side with the purest patriots in histoiy. The thick darkness oithe passing stem may hide, their monuments from the (Concluded on fifth fiojQ.